You people of the South don't know what you are doing. This country will be drenched in blood, and God only knows how it will end.

The more Indians we can kill... the less will have to be killed the next war, for the more I see of these Indians, the more convinced I am that they all have to be killed or be maintained as a species of paupers.

...[We] must stop these swarms of Jews who are trading, bartering and robbing.

The carping and bickering of political factions in the nation's capital reminds me of two pelicans quarreling over a dead fish.

The only good Indian is a dead Indian

You people of the South don't know what you are doing. This country will be drenched in blood, and God only knows how it will end. It is all folly, madness, a crime against civilization! You people speak so lightly of war; you don't know what you're talking about.

He belonged to that army known as invincible in peace, invisible in war.